Complicated Freaks [H.S]

Complicated Freaks [H.S]

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Fanfic
1Direction
Harry Styles
Anna Fredricks, a young twenty year old dreamer from a conservative family. Behind closed doors she's a doll faced, over achiever who does no wrong. But in the night time she's a young girl who dares to break a few rules, loves anything rock and roll and has her sights set on living. Harry Styles, a twenty two year old self invented trouble maker and lead singer of rock band "Complicated Freaks" He's made a name for himself in the music industry by daring to do things others won't, being named the "picture bad boy", dating a strikingly beautiful model and making some wicked music. All while keeping secrets under his belt better than anyone you'll ever meet. When you bring these pair together, you know it'll be a wild ride because down in the flip-side things always get turned around.
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"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

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